Color me crazy.
A purple-passion-fruit color of crazy.
One with lines and deep imprints of
With finger-trails of starlight
flowing out behind me, like moon dust.
I can still smell your skin.
I know what that feels like.
Color me fine.
A blue-indigo, kind of okay.
With fine veins of hurt
like precious gold in marble.
Worked through by knowing hands.
I can still feel your teeth.
I remember what they felt like.
I've memorized the sensation.
in the spaces he left un-colored.
in the places he left me damaged.
Break the marble
that he built around me and my wreckage.
with your fingers, and your hands,
and your mouth, and your eyes.
like a painting that you like to watch,
because he never watched.
Color my undulations and exaspirations.
Color my swelling and stretching and snap-backs.
Color me with you, Cover me with you.